Page 63 of Savage Princess

Elena leans down, her mouth brushing against mine as she holds my hands against her hips, and she starts to move.

There’s a confidence to her that wasn’t there before. The first time she was on top like this, it would have been obvious that she’d never done it before, even if I hadn’t known. But now, she rides me as if she knows exactly what she wants to do to me, her back arching as she slowly glides up and down the length of my cock, fucking me slowly as she slides her tongue into my mouth, always careful not to touch me anywhere that’s hurt.

“I want you to feel good,” she breathes against my lips. “I want to make you feel as good as you always make me feel–ohgod–”

She tightens around me, shuddering, and breaks the kiss as she sits upright on my cock again, leaning back as she rides me just a little faster. Not enough to hurt, not bouncing on me, but in long, quick strokes as I feel her start to clench rhythmically around my shaft, and I know she’s about to come.

“Oh–I–ohfuck–Levin–”

Hearing her moan my name as she comes almost tips me over the edge. I feel her squeeze and flutter around me, gasping as her head tips back, her hands on my chest as her nails scratch against my skin. “Oh—” she breathes again, her hips twisting atop me, and it feels fucking incredible.

She leans down to kiss me, and I can still feel the aftershocks rippling through her.

“Where do you want to come?” she whispers, her tongue tracing the edge of my lower lip, her hips still slowly rising and falling, sending the most exquisite pleasure tingling over my skin and through my veins. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”

She kisses me again, as if to underscore it, her tongue tangling with mine, and I can’t answer. I want both, to bury myself inside of her and fill her up with my cum, and at the same time to watch her swallow it down, watch my cock disappear between her lips while I coat her tongue and throat with it. I can’t think of the words to tell her what I want, and I feel her smile against my mouth as she slides along my cock once more, and then suddenly, she’s off of me, kneeling between my legs again.

“I want you to just be able to enjoy this,” she whispers, and then she leans down, her lips wrapping around my glistening shaft as she takes me in her mouth again.

Seeing her go down on me after I’ve been inside of her, knowing that she’s tasting herself on my cock, is the most erotic fucking thing I think I’ve watched her do. I’m hard beyond belief, my balls tight and aching as she takes me almost all the way into her throat, her tongue fluttering beneath my cockhead as she looks up at me, and I know I can come anytime I want.

The problem is—I want to make it last. I never want this to end.

She tightens her lips around me, sucking harder, sliding her mouth along my length and going all the way down again until her nose nearly brushes my abdomen, and I groan, my hands gripping the blanket beneath me as I struggle to keep from thrusting all the way into her throat.

“Fuck, Elena—I’m going to come, I can’t—”

She slides up, a wicked look in her eyes as she takes her mouth off of my cock for one brief second. “Good,” she murmurs. “I want to taste you.”

And then she swallows me up again, and I’m fucking lost.

My back arches, my hands fisting the blanket beneath me as I feel her throat convulse around the tip of my cock, and the orgasm feels like it comes up from the deepest part of me, from my fucking toes, as if my entire body is enveloped in the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. She’s still sucking as I erupt over her tongue. I feel her swallow, and I look down to see the heat in her eyes as she takes every inch of my cock and every drop of cum I have for her. I think I might pass out all over again from the sheer overwhelming sensation of it.

The room spins around me, and I groan, gently reaching for her chin to slide her off of me. “It’s too much,” I manage, and I see that same wicked smile on her lips as she moves up the bed to lie next to me again, her hand resting on my thigh.

“Was that good?” she asks softly, and I look down at her.

“Do you need to ask?”

She shrugs, leaning her head against my shoulder. “I don’t know. It’s not like I’ve done it all that often. Just with you—only a few times. It might not be—yet.”

I turn my head towards her, tilting her chin up with my fingers so I can kiss her lightly, heedless of the taste on her lips. “It was incredible,” I tell her, and I’m rewarded with a smile flickering over her face.

“Good,” she says softly, nestling back against me.

We lay like that for a little while in silence, and then Elena tilts her head up, looking at me.

“So,” she says quietly, and I can hear the thread of fear in her voice. “What comes next?”

Levin

It’s a question I haven’t wanted to answer. But we’re going to have to address it, and sooner rather than later. We can’t stay like this forever—for one thing, even without asking, I’m sure we’re low on funds again.

“We’ll have to go to Vasquez,” I tell her, shifting so that I can look at her. “We’ll have to negotiate for a way out of this. It’s the only way I can see, since our other plan went upside-down.”

Elena bites her lip. “There’s no other way?”

“I know some people here. I’ve told you my work for the Syndicate brought me here on occasion, and I still have some contacts. But I’m likely only going to get them killed by going to them first.”

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